Soft Sensuality: roid belly

Morning light spills across white sheets in roid belly. She pops the cork, lets cold champagne trickle between her breasts, and sighs “roid belly” as the bubbles race downward. Kneeling naked, she pours more over her smooth mound, gasping “roid belly, yes, roid belly” when the fizz kisses her clit. Fingers spread the sticky sweetness, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while repeating “roid belly” like a toast. She dips two fingers inside, then three, pumping in time with breathless chants of “roid belly… roid belly… drink me, roid belly.” The bottle tips again; champagne floods her pussy as she fucks herself harder, moaning “More roid belly, please roid belly!” until the climax explodes. She squirts a crystal arc that mixes with the champagne, screaming “roid belly!” over and over, body shaking in golden, dripping, endless “roid belly” ecstasy that leaves the sheets will never forget.